I ran outside of the beached ship, and chaos raged around me. A loud snap followed by a monstrous roar raged in the air nearby, as I saw one of the dragons plummet to the ground, wrapped in a large net.

Just in the distance I could see Halfred floating in the air, holding a crossbow as big as his body.

“You think to evade me?” a mocking voice boomed to the south, signaling the other dragon’s pursuit. Who was he after? I only now realized that our party-wide invisibility prevented us from actually seeing other in a moment of crisis.

The dragons had no such problems. The southern dragon unleashed a blast of lighting inside a circle of pure blackness that had sprung up around the dock. Bryseis? Hopefully she survived.

The other dragon ripped out of its netting, called for his brother, deftly leapt behind Felgolos and unleashed a white-hot shot of lighting from his mouth.

Our bronze dragon ally shrugged it off but smoke rose from poor T.I.M.’s blackened, charred body. He remained standing, miraculously.

We glanced at each other. Felgolos was a damn dragon, but in his current situation he was almost more of a liability than an asset. But he was still our friend and we were determined to help.

We emerged from the tunnel into what looked like a completely different world. Windswept buildings lie cracked and broken upon the sandy remains of an old port town. A rotting dock jutted into the desert sand, leading to a pair of ships, one half sunken into the desert.

Great shadows passed over the ruined buildings. We glanced up and saw them – a pair of blue dragons flying high above the clear skies. Felgolos motioned us back inside the lip of the tunnel as a shadow passed over us. “That, uh, that would be them.”